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The Ideal World of Sancho Panza (1940-41)
This mural by Luis Quintanilla may be seen in the Language Arts Building of the University of Missouri, in Kansas City.
http://www.lqart.org/muralfold/fresco.html

The Final Manifesto by Joshua Mehigan appeared in last February's issue of Poetry~~~

1. We see you.

2. We know who you are.

3. Your ideas are worthless.

4. Your aesthetic is stupid.

5. Your “technique” is a welter of narcissism, superstition, and habit.

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This author appears to have a serious case of "Webochronotosis," a curious infection which quickly spreads from individual to individual electronically over the World Wide Web.

Unlike other diseases which spread through the blood or nervous system Webochronotosis can become a pandemic in a mere matter of nanoseconds. And can convulse an entire continent before the spread can be checked or contained since those infected often desire to become infected. Reveling in the torrents of violent utterances the disease induces.

Unlike lemmings which fatally fall off cliffs those infected with Webochronotosis leap off verbal cliffs with no fear of serious retribution. Since the responses they receive merely echo their own verbal absolutism and violence. In fact, the howl of a Webochronite has sometimes been mistaken for a mating call. Though experts in the field admit they can not always identify the species producing such calls. And the biological sciences exhibit the same confusion and helplessness as medical science in finding an explanation or cure.

Massive electronic petri dishes, such as Common Dreams, Truthout, the Huffington Post, etc., serve as breeding grounds and incubators for the disease. Here all strains have been identified and discovered, varying in virulence and intensity. At times the disease strikes in a fierce sudden flash and is soon gone. At other times the offensive verbal cudgeling last longer and develops into enormous microscopic lines of the disease, molecularly connected by electronic dots. Explorers who have entered here have been known not to come back. Reason surrenders to diatribe. Entire colonies have vanished in huge conflagrations. Dead embers vanish into space, lost in a vast electronic neverland, spreading on for eon after eon past all the stars.

The Wulfshead club is a well known watering hole for all the strange and unusual people in the world. And for those just passing through... No one's quite sure exactly where the club itself is located, and the very anonymous management likes to keep it that way, but there are authorized access points at locations all around the world, if you know where to look. And if your name's on the approved list.~Simon Green, Daemons Are Forever